Outdoors
Despite a strong winter, some of the pinyons in Westwater have died with brown needles hanging on the branches or piled beneath.
Those trees will become nurslings – sometimes to baby flickers whose parents have drilled holes into the dead wood – sometimes to other plants as the branches and trunks...
A long time ago, in a world much different than ours, three friends set out to explore Butler Wash and Comb Ridge even though snow blanketed the desert.
They drove south on the Butler Wash road until they spotted a likely side canyon, turned off, and bounced over a rough trail, finally bringing...
With stay-at-home orders issued amid a worldwide pandemic, now is the perfect time to grow a garden.
Gardens offer a reason to get outside, grow fresh produce full of flavor, save money, take fewer trips to the grocery store, and even improve mental health.
Gardening during uncertain times is a...
“Once upon a midnight dreary...” begins the poem, The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe.
It tells the story of a man who has lost his beloved Lenore and yearns for her presence only to be told by an ominous raven that he will hold her “nevermore.”
In this poem and in many cultures, ravens and crows serve...
The Mittens of Monument Valley peeking out from beneath a soft blanket of clouds. Joe B Lyman photo
by Mary Cokenour
“I hear a wind, whistling air, whispering in my ear.” (Roam, by the B-52s)
Surrounded by majestic Ponderosa Pine, sailing upon a one-track trail and the breeze whispers into ears a blessed silence.
Welcome to mountain biking in the Abajo Mountains with Roam Industry. Opening its...
First rays of a beautiful San Juan morning hit South Peak on the Abajo Mountains. Mikel Moses photo
When I was six, I was reading Wind in the Willows in my bedroom. Suddenly, something alerted me to danger, and I looked up just as a tiny spider crawled down the wall toward me.
Mustering all my courage, I stayed still and watched as it scuttled closer and closer and closer. Finally, I could stand...
